Eye Candy Men Novels & Stories

Like, how easily he stood there, spineless, while she crossed every limit of decency. Was he really the man I fell in love with? Then Ella snapped her fingers, and five men walked inside, tall, broad and rough around the edges. Not the type you’d find sipping cocktails or making friendly conversations. Their eyes scanned the room like wolves sniffing blood. One of them had a jagged scar running from his ear to his jaw. Another cracked his knuckles with slow, deliberate menace. Lena, the silent participant in this melodrama, froze beside me. She whispered in my ear. “What’s this, Harley?”

Hayley uttered, as she stared at Wendy. “I can't wait!” Wendy exhaled. Freya and Eamon clicked their glasses together, as they sipped from it. They both smiled. Eamon was a tall handsome man. He was in his early thirties. He had black curly hair and rough black beards under his jaw. His smiles revealed his charming dimples, and that was one of the things Freya loved about him. His charming blue eyes, his grin, and sometimes his cockiness. She just loved it all. They were at the known bar in Weston Hills, Bottles and Wines. “That ring on your finger means a lot to me.” Eamon smiled.

In a flick I stood up, pivoting to see the faces of these men but my breathing got caught in my throat immedately once my eyes fell on the most beautiful honey coloured and deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. I was taken aback for a split second and I couldnt even talk. These men-- are they even men or they were Greek gods? They looked extremely handsome. One had scarlet red hair, it was so reddish like blood whilst the other had an extremely silver coloured hair that looked like it was made from the finest soft silk. Both men had their hairs cascading down their shoulders with high cheek bones and sharp jawline, full eyebrows and extremely soft, red sensual lips not to mention they were so f

Adam touched Alice's cheek roughly. Their eyes met for a moment, and it was then that Alice realized that the arrogant man who had taken her virginity was truly handsome, one might even say perfect. not only has an amazing body, the man has a firm jaw shape, nose and lips that fit. His thick eyebrows, which contrast with his sharp blue eyes, make the man whose full name is Adam Anderson look so handsome. However, the dark aura was still clear, Alice could instinctively tell that the man before her was a dangerous man.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

His eyes had burned with something fierce, something almost reverent, as though Ana was the only thing tethering him to the earth. He hadn’t been charming, not the way Dante could be. He hadn’t even been soft, not like my brother sometimes managed. But there had been devotion there, a raw, brutal sort of need that reminded me far too much of the way Dante’s eyes found me, the way Damien’s eyes followed me. Men like them didn’t look at women as equals. They looked at them as oxygen. “Are you worried?” I asked softly, moving back toward her, my hands adjusting the lace cuff around her wrist so it sat perfectly against her skin. “About the wedding night, I mean?”

As the song continued to play she tried to imagine how Zayn Malik was in the video but horror of horrors she only got the image of the devil, the way he was at the hospital , oh goodness the ocean blue eyes. My goodness! Knocking his thoughts off her head she inhaled deeply, she had just meant him but now he was in her mind. What's wrong, as if he had read her mind he asked with a smirk on his face. Just keep your nose out of my business, she responded shooting daggers at him.

My expression was a solid mask of sophistication; everything was flawless. “A lovely day, everyone. I am Eden Noles.” My hands were clasped in front of me, a straight expression allowing nothing to be seen on my face. “You took your sweet time.” A voice like no other called out, and my eyes drifted to the one that smelled like life and death wrapped in one box with a red ribbon on it. In a second, I found myself staring into the world’s most beautiful eyes ever. The left eye resembled sunset, a cross between an alluring yellow and orange that made me wonder if this man was handcrafted by the goddess herself. The right eye was midnight black, with what looked like an ice blue split in the iri

we are really close and I tell him everything but He is in college now and almost never comes home because of the course he is studying which brings us back to its Mostly me and my mum. But enough about that, it's late and you know what that means, time to Fantasize about myself and Shawn Mendez on an island where we have to find a way to escape under 100days which in the process we fall in love and get married and realise that we have everything we want and don't need to leave the island after all. I definitely have been reading too many W*****d novels but oh well, that is my life.. It was about 10:30pm when I lay my head on my pillow and drifted off into dreamland. My dream land..

Honey. The taste of sweetness. And so much sugar that it can get you high. So sweet that it can get your brain numb and your senses zapping. Falling somewhere deep and the same moment when it hits you all with full force. A satisfied eye roll and head hang back while a moan escapes your lips. That is exactly what happened when Andreas pressed his lips on Annalise’s pink and soft ones. Digging his nail into the skin of her jaw, Andreas, forced her to wince and part her lips.